Ages of Aenya: Prologue

  The blood rushing to her head made her skull ache. She could feel the throb of her heart, flowing through her limbs, bringing spasms of pain to her ribcage. Dizzy with dread, she glanced back and saw it—not far now—a blur of crimson. The halfman was still following. Dapples of sunlight percolated from the... Continue Reading →

The Problem of the Penis

Warning: This article contains the word penis. It actually comes up, a lot. (Sorry). You've been warned. I think it's time we talked about the elephant in the room, and by elephant, I mean penis. Nudists like to wax poetic about the feeling of freedom you get from discarding your clothing, as do I, while ignoring... Continue Reading →

Ages of Aenya: Xandr Battles the Snake Man

Sunlight reflected off the Septheran’s body, tinting him violet, but where the sun did not touch directly, his scales were as black and shiny as volcanic glass. Like his brother, the Pharaoh, the creature named Purple Death Adder possessed the cobra-like membrane connecting the top of his head to his shoulders. With his approach, his... Continue Reading →

Ages of Aenya: Xandr Defends the Temple

  “Blasphemers!” The High Priest’s voice boomed from his gaunt frame but none heeded it. There were no formations, no strategic commands being given. Only desperation. Despite the vastness of the chamber, there was little space for the defenders to maneuver, and the merquid pouring into it were overtaking them. Pikeman bled beside shield-bearing hoplite.... Continue Reading →

“The Nudist Writer”

It should come as no surprise by now that I choose to live my life sans clothing. Naked is my default state. I long for the day when I can be free from the branding of Polo and Ralph Lauren. I only feel myself when I am wearing nothing. But far more important to me is writing.... Continue Reading →

Least Likely to Become a Nudist: A Memoir DLC

Here is the true and rather unusual story of my journey into nudism, assembled here for the first time in one easy to read PDF. Includes a never before seen sixth part, Looking for Love in All the Nude Places. [Least Likely to Become a Nudist: A Memoir]

Why Don’t We Live in a Perfect (Nude) World?

Confession time: I would live naked 24/7, if I could, and I suspect I am not alone in this regard. I hate clothes. They block the sunshine, the air, and most of your body from the sense of touch. They are grating, hot, and sometimes they itch, not to mention expensive and a lot of work to maintain. How much time is wasted washing, drying and... Continue Reading →

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